Word: door
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...historian recalls an August night among the Vermont hills less than six years ago-reporters in automobiles rushing over country roads; a knock on the door of a white farmhouse in the hamlet of Plymouth; oil lamps lit dispelling the darkness; telegrams read by their glow; a brief statement of mourning; an oath of office administered at 2:30 a. m. by a country notary public to his son, the thirtieth President...
...minutes later they glanced at each other, startled. Was that a police gong? Into the curb eased a car, blue and fast, like the Detective Bureau's. Through the office door strode four men. Two, in police uniforms, swung submachine guns. Two, in plain clothes, carried stubby shotguns...
...dedication of the Dearborn memorials, Mr. Edison, Mr. Ford and a group approached the buildings to enter. Near the door was a fresh-laid sheet of concrete, around which the party started to walk. But not Mr. Edison. Always he takes the short cut and across the concrete he walked. It was soft. His shoes sank into it. Consternation came upon his face, then stubbornness. He plodded ahead leaving a string of footprints behind. Mr. Ford was delighted and said something flattering about "the sands of time." He gave orders that the footprints be allowed to harden, furthermore, he made...
Fioretta. Inscribed over the stage door of the Earl Carroll Theatre, where passers-by on 50th Street may see it and be impressed, is the legend: "Through these portals pass the most beautiful girls in the world." This vanity of Earl Carroll's is not without some justification: the vapid beauty of his mannequins, who haughtily undulate to the clinking music of gold in the Carroll coffers, is without superior in any professional or amateur congress of pulchritude. Awareness of beauty in women seems to be developed in Showman Carroll to a degree beyond that of any of his competitors...
...works in the attic of five-story apartment house at Haberlandstrasse, 5, a quiet thoroughfare near Berlin's zoological garden. A large iron door, which clangs as it shuts, keeps him in solitude and silence. The room smells of tobacco. He smokes a long-stem briar pipe, into which he tamps tobacco with his thumb. His working tools are paper and pencils on a good-sized table and his books (cheaply bound in paper for the most part) on shelves around the wall. Ornaments are a four-foot telescope and a large terrestrial globe. The grand piano in the room...